A/N: Okay, starting to get longer now. Let's meet the Cullens :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters; Stephanie Meyer does.

Chapter Seven

BPOV

The week passes quickly and soon it's Friday. I stuff the last bit of my sandwich into my mouth and put my plate away. Alice will be here any minute.

It's the first time I'll be officially meeting anyone in her family besides Jasper, so I dress a bit better than I would otherwise.

I grab my backpack, duffle bag and wrist watch off the table and make my way to the door. Just as I'm about to reach for the handle, there's a knock. I open it before Alice is done knocking.

"Someone's eager," Alice says, a surprised look on her face. Mmm...she smells even better than before. What perfume is that?

"I was at the door when you knocked."

She takes my duffle bag from my hands and we make our way to her car.

"So I was wondering," I begin, "after the…sleepover could you drop me off at Angela's place? We're gonna ride to the beach together."

She looks a bit peeved when I mention Angela's name, but her face relaxes before I can make sense of it.

"Sure thing. Just let me know when you want to head out."

"Thanks. Are you shorter?" I blurt out without thinking.

"Huh? No, I'm not." Alice glances at the top of my head and frowns a bit. "You seem to have grown though."

I shrug and we get in the car.

"Emmett's gonna come by after school and get your bike. Do you have the keys with you?"

I hand them to her and she drops them in her backpack before starting her car and driving off.

By the end of the day, the only thing keeping me awake is knowing that I have a date later with Alice. Well not a date, but it'll get there eventually.

On our way to the parking lot, an idea strikes me.

"Alice, would you mind if I drive?" She stares at me, probably wondering if I'm being serious or not.

"You don't know where I live Bella. It would take much longer for us to get there if I have to give you directions."

"Please?" I ask, now close to begging. "Your car's so cool, and I just-"

"But she's my baby," she whines.

"I'll be your slave for life if you let me."

"That's a really long time," she muses. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, if you let me drive." She thinks for a bit longer, before nodding.

"Okay then slave, drive me to my house," Ali says, tossing the keys to me with a glint in her eyes.

"Yes, ma'am," I reply with a grin, quickly jumping into the car and adjusting the seat and mirrors. "Damn you're short."

"I really don't need a slave, you know," she says, giving me a peeved look.

I raise my hands in surrender before fastening my seatbelt. "Put on your seatbelt." I say while starting the car.

"It'll mess up my clothes," she replies. We sit there with the car idling until she sighs and relents.

"Thank you," I say with a triumphant smile.

During the entire drive I have a grin on my face, loving how smoothly the car moves. Alice teases me about my face getting stuck like that, but I ignore her; I'm having too much fun.

I turn into a tiny dirt road that Alice points out, and we drive along it for a couple of minutes until we reach the house at the end of the road.

As I look up at the building, I can hardly believe my eyes. It's practically a mansion with large windows for walls and an atmosphere that's just oozing grandeur.

A woman who reminds me a bit of my mother is standing on the porch, a warm smile on her face. I blink twice to make sure I'm not just imagining this.

I exit the car slowly and notice that Alice already has my bag in her hand.

"Don't call her Mrs. Cullen, it makes her feel old," Alice whispers to me as we near the porch. I nod.

"Hello Bella dear," the woman says, pulling me into a light hug. I'm surprised at the gesture, but returned it. "I'm Esme, Alice's mother."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs- uh, Esme." I say, as she releases me from the hug. She smells lovely, though not as good as Alice.

Alice heads inside ahead of us, and when I make my way in I'm blown away again.

"Wow," I whisper, not thinking anyone heard me before I hear a few snickers coming from the guys sitting around the TV. It's all one big room with a couple of support pillars scattered around.

"Thank you Bella," Esme says, throwing a reproving look at the boys.

"Esme designed it herself," Alice says, walking over to stand next to me again.

"Really?" I ask, my eyes widening further.

"Alice," Esme scolds.

"What? I'm just saying."

The whole house smells wonderful, and I have to stop myself from outright sniffing around.

Alice gives me a tour of the house and we end up in the kitchen.

"You didn't show me your room," I say.

"Oh, didn't I?" she asks nervously.

"I believe so," I reply, a small smile making its way to my face.

"Hmm," she turns to look at Esme who's preparing some food by the stove.

I shrug. "Well, if you're not going to show me, I'll have to use my imagination, no?"

Her eyes dart to me quickly, but she doesn't say anything.

"Let's see…pink everywhere," Alice wrinkles her nose, "on the bed, the walls, the floor…" she narrows her eyes. "Disney fairies all over your walls? A definite maybe," she turns to glare at me.

"Fine! I'll show you my stupid room."

Alice pulls me behind her forcefully. If there's anything that I learned about Alice, it's that she absolutely hates fairies. Which is ironic because she'd make a cute one.

I pull my hand out of hers, walking back to the kitchen. "It's okay, I don't want to see it anymore. I've got a pretty good idea now."

She lets out something like a growl before grabbing my hand back and pulling me faster. I can't help but chuckle at her determination.

When we get to her door, she takes a deep breath before opening it.

Her room looks and smells beautiful. All I can smell is Alice, blocking every other scent out, and I drown in it.

Her walls turn out to be different shades of green on every wall except for one which is taken up by the window. There's a white fluffy queen sized bed in the middle of her room, and I wonder why she needs all of that space. There are two doors on either side of the room. The first, which is open, is the bathroom.

Alice notices me looking at the closed door and pulls me to it. We enter a whole room dedicated to just clothes and shoes. She's just one girl!

There are shelves lining up each wall filled with clothes and racks in the middle of the room with rows of shoes. The room is bigger probably than my own room back home.

"Wow," is all I can say when I find my voice again.

"Thank you," Alice replies. "I share it with Rose though, our rooms are connected by this room. Though I'll admit most of this stuff is mine."

We move back into her bedroom and I go to sit on her bed. She joins me and I notice that her feet don't even touch the floor properly.

"Why do you have such a huge bed?"

"Reasons," she shrugs, laying back on it.

"Like what?"

"Naughty things," she says, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. I roll my eyes at her.

I'm slightly bothered when I realize that Alice possibly did already sleep with someone in the past, and I'm brought back to wondering if she's ever had a girlfriend or would be willing to have one.

There's a knock on the door, and before Alice can get up to open it, Rosalie walks in.

"Hello Alice," she says before turning to me, "...Bella.

A/N: Dun dun dun... Okay, not really :P R&R